Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1887-02-04


and have acted upon it. 4 little past
midnight, he went staggering out Of
the hp!>r. q so med man. All WAS
over. Ill lost. Farmer Lees MONEY had
PASSED out of his possession, and he
was Il criminal in the sight Of the
world. and Liable Ia he arrested and
tried at the bar Of Justice, a common
fcion.
He had taken nothing since he en-
tered, vet he reeled about like one the
" "r>c for drink. What was to become
of him? Invuluntarily the fate his I'M
Gle had rrsOrtcd to came across his
mind: nay. it Is wrong To say ''came
across his mind" for it had not been
away from it. Even in the mad tur-
moil of that last hour, when the sus-
pcnse was awful to bear. and hope and
dread had fought with each other rs
meeting whilwind, the facts of that
dark history had been thrusting them
selves out.
HIS face was burning without and
his brain was burning within. 1t was
a remarkably windy night, and he
look off his hat and suffered the
breeze to blow on his miserable brow.
And so he paced the streets. going
from home, not to it, Where could he
Cop he with the brand of crime and
shame upon him? He got to Charing-
Cross, and there he halted, and
hStcncncd to the different clocks >trik-
ING one. Should he turn back to South
Audlev street? And encounter Reuben,
who had tried to save him, and had
failed? And go to bed, and wait, with
what calmness he might, till the law
claimed him? Hardly. Anywhere but
home. The breeze was stronger now:
it blew from the direction of the water.
Charles Dalrvmple replaced his hat,
pulled it firmly on his head to hide his
eyes from the night. and dragged his
steps towards cstmin>tcr bridge.
OF all places in the world!-the
bridge and the tempting stream
what evil power impellcd him there?
Reuben sat up the livclong night. His
not what, and attaching more import
ancc to Charles having remained out
than he might have done at another
time, he betook himself between eight
and nine to Mr.. Piggotts. That gen
tlcman did not live in very fashionable
lodgings. and his address there was
not usually given; but Reuben had
gone on a fishing tour, some days be-
fore. to catch what information he
could, as TO the private concerns of Mr..
Piggott and Colonel Haughton. and had
found it out.
The slip-Shod servant knew nothing;
III NJ
SO Reuben. without any opposition, APP
pcarcd before the chamber door, and
knocked at it, a sharp, loud knock.
"Who's thcre?'
Another knock, sharper than before.
Come in"
Reuben walked in. ''Sir," was his
uncercmonious address, "do you know
any thing of my master?'
"I!'' cried Mr.. Piggott, when he had
recovered his surprise. IL do not.
Why?"
Il thought you might, sir. rs YOU
took him out last night. He said he
was going TO play with you and Colonel
Ilauwhton. He has not returned home,
and there's some important business
waiting for him, SO want to find
him."
Reuben had spoken out daringly, but
the important business was an i'm
promptu invention.
He left us last night between twelve
and one; to 90 home, as l suppose. y
said Mr. Piggott, somewhat taken-to.
81 know nothing more"
Nobody else knew any thing more
though Reuben did not scruple to qucs-
ton all he came across. especially
Colonel Haughton. The day wore on,
and the servant was half distracted.
His master had never remained away
like this.
Another night passed, Sunday morn
ing arose, and tidings came of Charles
and his probable fate. A hat had been
found in the Thames the previous day,
floating away with the tide. Inside it
WAS written, &C. Dalrymple," and il
was brought to Reuben to be owned or
disowncd. He recognized il in mo-
mtnt. 1t was the one his unfortunate
master had worn that night. How
could it have come in the water, and
where, then, was Charles Dalrymplcr
Little need to speculate. Some barge
hiths WIZ "Cic III tiitii NCSScl. ~ iilSp
close to the side of Westminster bridge
came forward and dcposed that about
two o'clock on Saturday morning they
had heard weight drop into the water
las if a body had throwcd hissclf
right on to the Thames. O purpose to
make hole in it." A person had also
seen Mr.. Dalrymple on the bridge, and
recognized him, not many minutes be-
fore. The melancholy tale soon spread
over London-that Charles Dairy mplc
had drowned himself; another victim
to Play.
ut runs in the family" quoth some
who remembered the former catastro-
ply; ''like uncle. like nephew. The
name of Charles Dalrymple must be a
fated one"
IL would at least have used a pistol,
and gone out of the world like gen.
tleman," was the bad remark of that
bad man, Colonel Haughton, AS he
stood on the Sunday night-yes, the
Sunday highland addressed those
collected around him in the - place
with the hot name.
Meanwhile, Oscar Dalrymple, travel
ing all night, had reached the Grange
on Saturday morning. Never in his
life fond of Charles, scarcely tolerate OF
him, he did not spare him now, but
openly proclaimed his dclinquencies to
his mothers and sisters. The pain to
all was great; the shock to Mrs. Dalrym-
pie was very great; she knew how fatal
the vice had already been in the fam
lily. But in the midst of her reproach-
full anger toward Charles, she felt that
Oscar need not have betrayed him to
his sisters. She said as much.
Il differ from you," replied Oscar.
"When a man enters on ruinous
courses, to hide it from any of his
family is not expedient. 1t is only by
letting him feel this marked disappro-
baton of his conduct that any hope OF
amelioration can be looked for. Selma
and Alice must not pet and fatter him
as they have hitherto done. Such is my
opinion"
Such was not Mrs. Dalrymple's 8.
"What plan can be adopted?" she
asked, quitting that part of the subject.
did he positively refuse to come down
with you?"
He positively refused. l might as
well have tried to move a mountain
down here. Something Oupht tn no